In the remote mossy tundra, the karst landscape crafted a vast underground world with exquisite craftsmanship.
Dimly lit by a few kerosene lamps, warmth barely touched the immense space, while metal and minerals reflected a faint array of colors on the cave ceiling and walls.
Damp, chilly, silent, oppressive.
In this seldom-trodden realm, akin to another world, thick steel pillars connected the ground to the cave ceiling, enclosing a massive iron prison square.
At the only door of the iron cell, a heavy, rusted lock firmly secured it shut.
This was an isolated place, a realm perpetually devoid of sunlight, where even fresh air couldn't penetrate. The frigid underground moisture corroded and engulfed the souls of anyone who dared venture here.
Within the iron cell, dozens of slender figures huddled in various corners. Some lay on the ground, others hugged their legs while sitting, and a few clung to the steel bars.
